Chapter 200 Death of Sun Wanying

Wen Zhu woke up the next day.

The Master and the Grand Master have left.

She seemed to have had a very long dream, in which she dreamed of her past life which she had not thought about for a long time, and also of her master.

There are also some bizarre scenes.

It was like walking through the gates of hell.

"Mom, did my master come yesterday?"

Wen Zhu asked.

Jiang Qin smiled as always and said, "No, you caught a cold and you're confused because of the fever. Fortunately, a dose of antipyretic medicine will be enough, but you're weak and need to rest more. There's breakfast on the table, eat it while it's hot, and then rest for a while."

Wen Zhu was a little confused and felt uneasy.

"Oh, maybe. I'll go find Master later. I don't have to go to the research institute recently, so I have time to spend some time with him. He might as well accuse me of being an ungrateful little idiot who forgot his Master because he had a senior brother!"

Jiang Qin wanted to say something, but swallowed it back in the end.

Thinking of Master Wen walking out of the room in the early morning, Jiang Qin turned his back and went into the kitchen.

He wiped the wet corners of his eyes.

Master Wen, your hair suddenly turned completely white.

They asked him about it, and he said that it was because he was old, and that was the case. When he got anxious, his hair turned completely white.

He even joked, "My whiteness is quite even, and it looks good. It's much better than black and white."

I didn't want to say anything more, so I asked them to send him back.

Although the family didn't understand what had happened in the room, the master's hair had turned white and his face was pale.

The master's face didn't look good either.

But Wen Zhu's fever subsided without any medicine, and he slept soundly.

They all knew that this was the result of a fierce battle without gunpowder that they were unaware of.

Their sister, daughter, and partner were rescued.

The whole family, including Qian Jingsheng, bowed deeply to the master and the great master.

Old Man Wen waved his hand and said, "I'm so tired, I have to go back to sleep. If that girl wakes up, don't come looking for me. I'm busy!"

Helped to the door by the two Jiang brothers, he gave instructions to several people.

"Oh, by the way, don't tell that girl about my visit, or else she'll feel like she owes me a huge favor. It's so corny.

Don’t say anything.”

Qian Jingsheng drove the car over, and Master Wen Yunhe got in and closed his eyes to rest.

The car gradually drove away in the snowy dawn.

Wen Zhu only remembered that he fell asleep with a headache yesterday, probably because he had a fever. When he woke up in the morning, he didn't feel any discomfort and had no sequelae of a cold.

She took her own pulse and it was fine, with no signs of illness.

Wen Zhu felt that he was young and would recover quickly, so he didn't delve into it any further.

After breakfast, she processed the pig's trotters she had braised yesterday and made spicy roasted pig's trotter flowers.

I packed it in an insulated bucket and carried it out.

As soon as I went out, Qian Jingsheng came.

"Brother Qian, when did you leave yesterday? I might have had a fever and was confused, so I didn't know anything."

Qian Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Zhu jumping around, but he felt inexplicably guilty when he thought about lying to her.

"Well, you take the medicine and go to sleep, then I'll leave."

"Where are you going today? I'll take you there. It's cold outside."

Wen Zhu showed him the thermos in his hand and said, "I miss my master. Let's go see that old man. He hasn't eaten the food I cooked for a few months. He must be craving for it."

Then he took Qian Jingsheng's hand and said, "Let's go."

"good."

When he arrived at Wen's Medical Clinic, Wen Zhu looked for a long time but couldn't find anyone. He only saw a doctor on duty.

The other guys are all on New Year's holiday.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang. I'm here to look for Master. Why can't I see him? It's so cold, and he's still seeing patients?"

Dr. Zhang replied, "The old man went to a warm place to visit his friends and celebrate the New Year."

Wen Zhu was surprised for a moment. How could she not know that her master had good friends in the south? Why did he leave when he knew she was coming back?

"Oh, okay then. Do you have his phone number? I want to give him a call."

Maybe it was the influence of yesterday's dream, I don't remember anything else. I only have a vague impression that the master had completely white hair, looked old, and fell down.

She was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

Wen Zhu felt uneasy and wanted to call to ask if he was safe.

Dr. Zhang took out a note and handed it to Wen Zhu.

Wen Zhu thanked him and handed the thermos to Dr. Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, if you don't mind, you can try this spicy roasted pig's trotter first. I'll make it again for Master when he comes back."

Wen Zhu stepped out of the Wen's Medical Clinic.

Qian Jingsheng looked at her the whole time, confused and uneasy, but unable to speak.

He promised Master Wen.

Wen Zhu found a phone booth and dialed the number.

"Hello, hello, I'm Wen Zhu, looking for my master, Mr. Wen Yun."

There was a response from the other side, and after a moment, the voice of Old Man Wen was heard.

"Silly girl, you still remember me, your master. But I don't have time to play with you now. It's the New Year holiday, and my master also needs a holiday. I'm basking in the sun. There's no such good sunshine in Beijing. I have to go fishing later. I'm busy. I won't talk to you anymore. Have a good New Year. Get married soon when you're old enough. Call me for the wedding banquet. That's it. I'm hanging up now."

Hang up the phone.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, Old Man Wen, who was sitting on the kang, started coughing violently. He looked old and weak.

His head full of white hair is particularly eye-catching.

"Or, I should dye my hair, just in case that mischievous little girl suddenly feels like coming to see me. It will also make me look better."

After saying this, he started coughing violently again.

"What the hell is this thing? It can actually decide life and death. Old Baldy,... Old Monk, can you find a way to kill that guy? I can't sacrifice myself in vain.

If I leave and the other party wants to take my good disciple's life in the future, who will be there to protect her from disaster and change her fate?"

I took a look at the spicy roasted pig's trotters next to me and could only satisfy my eyes.

Now I can't eat it at all.

The old monk said, "Amitabha, the cause and effect have been determined. From now on, that person will not have another chance. She will live a safe and smooth life without worries."

Old Man Wen smiled, "That's good, cough cough cough... Alas, it's better to die early and be reborn soon. These past six months have been tough."

"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

Old Man Wen’s cough healed, and after drinking a bowl of black medicine he had prescribed, he spoke.

"That's pretty good. You have a conscience and still remember me, your old friend. You don't talk about all living beings every day and ignore me."

The master laughed.

"You are also a living being."

…

When Sun's mother went to wake Sun Wanying up, she was lying on the ground, her body stiff.

A yellow talisman paper was an inch away from her hand.

As the door opened, the wind blew up the talisman paper, and it drifted away to an unknown place.

Mother Sun was so scared that she crawled back to the old house to tell the Sun family.

Last night, the black-robed Taoist priest, fearing the consequences of karma, read a fortune telling with his fingers and said Miss Sun was going to die soon. The life-saving talisman was of little use.

In this case, even if he cannot do long-term business in the future, he cannot afford to lose money.

So after Sun Ma left, he turned back.

He broke into Sun Wanying's room and looted her belongings.

Sun Wanying watched all this weakly and tried to stop it, but because she failed to change her fate, she lost her life and was unable to move.

When the Taoist priest finally opened the window to escape, the window was not closed.

The life-saving talisman in Sun Wanying's hand fell to the ground.

She struggled to turn over and get out of bed. Finally, she was just a little bit away from reaching it, but she couldn't move an inch.

She died in resentment and resentment.

The wind blew, and the talisman paper touched her hand and was blown away for a moment.

But people have long since lost their lives.

The old couple of the Jiang family refused to attend the funeral and cut off all ties with the Sun family.

The Sun family's doted-on daughter and granddaughter were all focused on her because of the Chinese New Year and because Sun Wanying's mother was found to be pregnant after having already given up hope.

The grandson's mother, who was still a little sad about her daughter's death, found the diary in her room while sorting her daughter's belongings. She was completely stunned.

Then I laughed and cried.

"I thought I couldn't get pregnant, but who would have thought that the apple of my eye would be poisoning me? Hahaha? This is karma!"

It was written clearly on the diary that was blown open by the wind.

"I can't let my mother get pregnant. If she has other children, I'll be in such a sick state. There's no place for me in the Sun family. I'm sorry, mother. People are selfish."